Caftan: Matthew Williamson

There’s not much getting around the sheerness of this one, which poses sort of a problem, given the astronomical price. If I’m spending $1700 on something (and I never will, unless it’s facial reconstructive surgery after a nasty run-in with some face-ripping chimps. God, I hate monkeys.), I better be able to wear it somewhere other than the beach. But I had to share it nonetheless.

I could get behind wearing a black tank dress under this. I can also get behind chicken sandwiches wrapped in foil from those spinning glass towers in the convenience store—so you probably shouldn’t listen to me.

I like the cool tones. The palm print reins it back in to its archetypal prison of poolside cheekery, but it’s not quite as spastic as I’m used to seeing. Does anyone else see J.Lo in her Versace plunger at the Golden Globes? Or maybe you are a little more twisted, and you’re calling to mind that time Principal Skinner’s mom wore the same dress. Hot.

Poor little turquoise beauty! If a similar caftan happens to float by our peripheral with Carey written all over it, we will no doubt snatch that puppy up for ya! That’s the thing about family heirlooms, you never really realize their worth until their gone, or lost….It seems every year my mom brings something stunning out of her closest either from my grandmother or her younger years, and if asked if I’d like to take it home (whether I’ll wear it now or not) my new response is “hell yes!” ….you never know.
There, I think I topped your long comment with an even longer one. Cheers Love!
Alex